"Hmph."  She does glance up at Thomas then, apparently trying to come up with a retort before muttering "Gossip on your own time," nearly snatching the two skewers Doors holds out to her and stalking off (accompanied by a wail of "no I wanna hold mine, you're touching them together it's gonna get spicy on it!")

"Wow."

"Sorry, about that."

"It happens."  She flips another couple of skewers.  "She's not usually that bad, but she's going through a tough time lately."

"I guess that makes it suck less, still."

"Still."  She tilts a wry smile at Thomas.  "Everyone's got their own problems, but there's a reason I picked a werewolf patch to set up in, and it wasn't the view."

"It's nicer than the non-werewolf neighborhoods in that regard?" Thomas says, shooting a glance at Peg.

Doors also glances at Peg, accompanied by a raised eyebrow, and gets a nod and a tiny shrug in return.  "It's their whole territory thing.  I'm one of theirs, anyone who gives me actual trouble is messing with the whole pack, locals know this and mostly don't try."  (Peg looks faintly smug at that.)

"Oh, right. I like their philosophy. I am all for universal cooperation and peace and whatever Felix is advocating at that moment, but I like prioritizing one's own on first."

"Got that right.  Can't fix more than you can hold."  She glances at Felix.  "No offense, it's great you wanna try."

"Oooh, love that phrase."

"I will try to come up with a better counter than to get bigger hands then."

"Fernando cares more than I do. He just doesn't show."

"Hey, bigger hands's what everybody wants, nothing wrong with that."  The smirk takes on a bit of a twist and she carefully doesn't look at Doors.  "Metaphorically or otherwise."

That's a great way to set the three of them off.

She lets them have a minute, and then adds "Seriously, though, when my mom's father was born we were barely hanging onto two and a half blocks and it was all we could do to keep the Hosts under control.  'S not like we'd be able to handle even the whole Ward before it collapses at that rate, but- it's better."

"Hey, I am all for reasonable management."

"It's just nice to expand one's horizons."

"Among other things."

"Teeth and breath, Doors, you're impossible!"

She is, too bad that the triplets can't speak to voice their agreement.

Doors recovers from her gigglefit the fastest, aided by a couple of people who want to purchase kebabs.  She reminds the second one that his tab is running up a little high and gets an apologetic shrug in return (accompanied by a slightly nervous glance at Peg, who's still chortling behind her hand).

Once the second guy goes away. "Is the need of enforcement common?"

"Mm, not so much as you'd think- I only give credit to people from the area, to start with.  If he ran it up too much higher I might cut him off until he at least started installments, but more likely before it came to that, the Tarlins would ask me to forgive it in exchange for him doing them some kind of favor."

"Okay, illegal favors?" Thomas asks Peg.